| I took out my pen and pad and set to write my manifesto
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| It was a one line poem said don’t let nothing ever get you low
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| There’s a hole open to heaven and I looked straight through
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| We were love drunk, giving like we was living on the bayou
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| Who made these fucking rule and said that I was born to live by
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| Give em hell til I die, don’t bury me in no suit and tie
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| Cause I don’t wanna work for another man’s money
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| Yes sir, no sir, give it to me honey
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| I had a revelation I was told a lie
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| Live to consume, work to buy then die
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| But truth enters the mind one little word at a time
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| And you can’t shake the smell of the cat on the line
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| Who made these fucking rule and said that I was born to live by
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| Give em hell til I die, don’t bury me in no suit and tie
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| Cause I don’t wanna work for another man’s money
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| Yes sir, no sir, give it to me honey
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| Who made these fucking rule and said that I was born to live by
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| Who made these fucking rule and said that I was born to live by
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| Who made these fucking rule and said that I was born to live by
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| Who made these fucking rule and said that I was born to live by
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| Tell me I’m alive, show me I am human
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| I wanna log off, shut down and leave the room |